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Label Wry-ku

Labels by the score.

Father, son or Injun Chief?

What's on your name tag?









We're obsessed with them.  Everyone's got to be in a category.  Long ago, with the sun setting on an early June night, our youngest (then aged 7) dealt out the labels to his family in the form of handmade placecards with a one-word label next to each name.

Mommy:  "Love."

His sister:  "Candy."  [An exceptional guesture since they'd just been knocking each other around.]

His brother:  "Sick."  ["The good kind," he explained.  "'Like 'Your so seeeeyuck!'"  His older brother approved.]

His Dad:  "Rock."  [No accompanying explanation.  Charitably, yours truly walks away thinking "Dad rocks!"  He stays mum on whether it's a description of my head.  Note to self:  Hike this kid's allowance!]

And so this morning, it occurred to me to ask.  "Hey Danny, you put those words on our placecarcds, but did you put one on yours?"

"Sure, Daddy."

"Well, what did it say?"



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Hey, look who's back! Long time, long time!
June 2, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterSDB
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